Soft, comfy bed,
Unable to lift my head.
Arms held high,
Mind in the sky.
In dreams I move,
In life I snooze.
I'm
stagnant
I want to explore
I want to see more
I want a new shore
I desire to lose weight.
I long to change fate.
To become someone new.
Better than living stew.
Moss doesn't grow
on a rolling stone.
I must go
wherever I'm thrown.
But I'm still stagnant
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 11:03 PM UTC
Soft, comfy bed,
Unable to lift my head.
Arms held high,
Mind in the sky.
In dreams I move,
In life I snooze.
I'm
stagnant
I want to explore
I want to see more
I want a new shore
I desire to lose weight.
I long to change fate.
To become someone new.
Better than living stew.
Moss doesn't grow
on a rolling stone.
I must go
wherever I'm thrown.
But I'm still stagnant
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